Sunday, December 6, 2015

POEM: "Lines By The Pint (CXXX)"

Lines By The Pint (CXXX)

It's no small thing like the foldOf a dress which suddenly speaksOr a light switch from another worldBut even by those kindly lights I seeReaching deep inside the common faceWhere language is mixed with nonsenseThere's no limit to a foolish greedAnd cosmetics can't hide a smart womanAnd I wonder what my next beauty looks like ­­­­­­­If we'll slap hands together and conjure gleeTill the sun rises roughly over our secretsAnd the bed we’re in hears the music wrong.

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Born in New York, he lived in many countries until Australia finally took him in. He is currently a Foreign Expert EFL teacher in China. There were some extreme sports once; now he plays (mostly) respectable chess and pool. He listens to the Grateful Dead. He claims he can read Shakespeare in the original. Some days he thinks there is nothing easy about the Tao.